Chapter 229 School Festival?
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Chen Xiao'er hurried to the classroom carrying her coat and a large bag of snacks.
She first put her coat next to Lin Lang, then placed candies and chocolates on each seat, and distributed the souvenirs to the classmates first.
Chen Xiao'er pursed her lips when distributing the candies, looking as if she was angry.
In fact, she was in a very good mood, maybe because she successfully escaped, or maybe because of the gorgeous meteor shower. In short, she fell asleep with a smile on her face yesterday.
This light-hearted good mood has continued to this day.
She felt relaxed after getting up, and immediately ran to the office with the gift after finishing her meal.
I didn't expect to see such a scene.
Chen Xiao'er put the softened toffee back into her pocket: Professor Milo...actually cried in the office.
What kind of person is the teacher? What kind of past has she had, and what troubles does she have now?
Actually, I don't understand anything.
Chen Xiao'er sighed with some regret. In her impression, the professor was always elegant and restrained. He could always face any difficulties with a smile, and he would draw his gun at the first moment even if he saw a bad guy jumping out of the cabinet.
She has a special trust in Professor Miroku, and even feels that even if she and Miroku are involved in a horror movie scene, the teacher will definitely lead her to defeat the devil and return to the world from hell.
But the teacher really cried.
The sound of Milo crying flashed through her mind. The voice was so sad, and there was a hoarseness at the end as if venting.
The teacher hugged me very tightly, as if he wanted to entrust his body and soul to someone else's arms.
What on earth could have made her so sad?
Chen Xiao'er finished handing out the last box of chocolates in a daze and floated back and forth between the seats.
She wanted to ask her classmates, but she didn't want to tell them that the teacher was crying in the office.
Chen Xiao'er hesitated for a moment when she passed by Liu Ping'an. She heard that this person's group of close friends was well-informed.
But after thinking about it, she gave up. She couldn't just put her arm around Liu Ping'an's shoulder and say, "Hey, Professor, you were crying so hard just now. Do you know why?"
She slowly floated back to Lin Lang and took out her cell phone from her pocket.
Maybe there's some information on the forum? Or maybe check the school announcement. If a professor's family member has passed away, the course she teaches might be rescheduled.
Chen Xiao'er opened the text messages and flipped through them from back to front. Two of them left the deepest impression on her.
[Urgent Notice: This month's cultural courses and final exams - comprehensive written exams - are cancelled.]
To welcome the once-in-a-millennium meteor shower, our school plans to hold a school festival this month. We welcome outsiders to participate.
Her tense face couldn't help but relax a little.
In fact, Chen Xiao'er usually studies academic subjects very seriously, but she couldn't bear the tight schedule of practical and physical education classes. She had to stay in the infirmary several times and could not catch up with the progress of the top students.
I had mentally prepared myself to be ranked last at the end of the first year, but I didn't expect everything to be cancelled, hehe.
The meteor shower that follows is also good news.
She still remembered the gorgeous tail of the meteor when it fell last night, and the surprise and shock that remained on everyone's faces.
A once-in-a-millennium meteor shower... No wonder the school suspended academic classes and final exams to allow us to hold the school festival. They must be hoping we can create beautiful memories of our youth.
Imagine that as the sun sets, the tourists gradually leave the campus.
The students, wearing all kinds of clothes, gathered on the hillside, surrounded by circles of ribbons. At the foot of the hill were street lights and clean lawns.
How beautiful it is. The lights are all on, and then the sky is lit up by stars.
Meteors streaked across the night sky, and the photos snapped, capturing young faces and the sparkling stars in their eyes.
Romantic imagination filled her heart. Chen Xiao'er had already imagined someone lighting fireworks and Ling kissing her lips the moment the fireworks burst with a "bang".
"~" She smiled silently and continued to flip through the text messages. As she flipped through them, she came across a notice about a class schedule change.
However, the change was not in Professor Miroku's classes, but in Professor Ding Pingsu's classes. All classes taught by Professor Ding, whether they were academic or practical, were replaced.
It's not a class change but a replacement of the teacher. Something must have happened to Professor Ding.
Despite some previous disagreements, Chen Xiao'er didn't want to make malicious assumptions. She leaned over to Lin Lang and whispered, "What happened to Professor Ding? All his classes have been replaced."
She spoke in a low voice, but the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and even the people who were whispering disappeared.
"Gulp." Chen Xiao'er swallowed nervously. She had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, Lin Lang hesitantly crossed her arms, looking like she had a toothache. She grumbled for a few seconds before reluctantly saying, "I remember you and Ling went back to the base station yesterday?"
That's exactly what happened. Chen Xiao'e nodded. "Yes, a senior from the student union asked us to go take a look. Some protesters drove a wild boar near a communications tower late at night. It later collided with the tower and was electrocuted to death. The school workers took care of it."
Lin Lang thought about it and guessed that he was talking about the true form of the toxin.
She covered her mouth, coughed twice, and asked quietly, "Did you see the small house on top of the base station?" ["Did you notice the control center?"]
Chen Xiao'er shook her head. "No, Ling and I just took a car and left."
Lin Lang hissed as he lowered his head, looked at the table, and said softly, "Actually, Professor Ding died accidentally due to a power leak."
[“Professor Ding sacrificed himself to intercept the holder of the poison power.”]
“…” It was so sudden, but accidents always happen suddenly.
Chen Xiao'er held the notebook tightly, wanting to express her condolences but not knowing who to talk to.
She didn't like Professor Ding, but she didn't hate him either. Thinking back carefully, Professor Ding had only said a few sarcastic words and hadn't really done anything bad.
She felt a little surprised and regretful. After all, Professor Ding was very enthusiastic in class and his teaching level was very high.
Chen Xiao'er's sadness was limited to this, but at this moment, she thought she had found the reason why Professor Milo was crying.
No wonder the teacher is so sad.
If she had known that it was a matter of life and death, she would have tried harder to comfort the professor instead of just hugging him foolishly without saying anything.
Dada.
The crisp sound of footsteps came from afar and the students quickly adjusted their sitting positions.
Professor Milo walked through the corridor, stepped smoothly into the front door with her high-heeled boots, and then stood at the podium.
She put on some makeup, and the redness and swelling in her eyes disappeared. Even if someone looked closely, there was no sign of crying.
The professor had a smile on his lips, and the smile seemed to deepen a little as he passed by someone.
She looked at the students and said softly, "Next, there is a very interesting practical activity that requires everyone's participation. It's about the school festival..."
[“Next, there is a very important task that everyone needs to complete, regarding the ritual formation…”]
Milo paused, as if listening to a sound coming from somewhere.
After a few seconds, she naturally turned on the projector, pointed at the school map, and continued, "The school needs to set up an activity venue here, and the time is tight, just one month."
"The church needs to hold a power ceremony here. The specific time is to be determined, but it is expected to be within a month."
It was a ritual of empowerment rather than a ritual of defense, and everyone looked at the teacher's face as if they had realized something.
This news was only announced offline and was not allowed to be leaked. However, even if it was leaked, I am afraid that many people from other organizations would still be willing to enter the underground shelter opened by the church.
Because the prophecy of the world-destroying meteor shower is not a lie, every organization has a dedicated prophet who can predict it.
High-level psychics have more choices at this time. They can learn about the conspiracy of the Church of Light from various channels, and then seriously consider whether to stay in the suburbs to avoid meteors or join the power ceremony of the Church of Light.
In the most optimistic scenario, if the church's ritual of power succeeds and they are not sacrificed, they will be able to obtain the protection of the God of Mankind and become the humans most likely to survive to the end.
Miroku briefly introduced the process of the Power Ceremony and turned to the last few pages of the PPT.
"The activity doesn't require the entire class to participate. Class A will probably need to send out half of the people to set up shop or perform, and those with lower grades will be given priority."
"Not everyone needs to enter the ceremony venue during the Power Ceremony. Class A will need to mobilize approximately half of its members to assist with the ceremony. Those without special abilities will be given priority."
After she finished speaking, most people couldn't help but lower their eyes.
This ceremony was different from the previous two empowerment ceremonies. The church's goal was to advance rather than seize. Therefore, those who entered were no longer "plunderers" ready to retreat at any time, but rather components of the ceremony.
The energy consumed in the ritual sacrifices was prioritized: the anomalous cores prepared by the church and the abyssal energy they mobilized were prioritized. The academy was located at the mouth of the abyssal well, so the energy reserves were theoretically sufficient.
The second batch of consumables were enemies captured in the past, followed by super-powered people from other organizations attracted to the shelter.
Finally—if that weren’t enough—they were also in the “expendable” queue.
They had long considered sacrificing themselves for the salvation of humanity, but dying as a sacrifice... was truly disillusioning.
If this is their destined ending, why do those who become sacrifices still study hard, train diligently, and fight to this day with the awareness of a tragic death?
It's like a joke.
......
Chen Xiao'er sat upright in her seat.
Her gaze kept shifting as Professor Miroku moved around, and after making sure that the professor wouldn't suddenly fall, she focused on the information about the school festival.
Give priority to students with lower rankings to open shops or rehearse for performances?
She frowned slightly after hearing this: the school probably meant to let students with poorer grades serve as volunteers and atmosphere groups, while students with better grades could have fun on the day of the school festival and occupy the best position to observe the meteor shower.
This arrangement sounds reasonable, but it does not fit in with the school spirit that Taoli University has previously demonstrated.
Even at Blue Star, where practical courses are not emphasized, all students are required to participate in school-level activities. There is no such thing as half the students busying around while the other half sits around and enjoys snacks.
She raised her head and looked around, scanning the faces of her classmates one by one: everyone lowered their heads, and no one had a look of recognition on their face.
It seems that no one agrees with the arrangement the teacher just announced.
If that was a crude notice issued by the school to facilitate coordination, why did the teacher not object and said it out loud without changing a word?
Chen Xiao'er raised her head and looked at Milo's expression again. When the professor's eyes met hers, she seemed to see heavy sadness in her eyes.
Chen Xiao'er's fingers trembled, and the pen fell to the table with a click.
Yes, the professor simply doesn't have the energy to take care of these things.
The school was probably dealing with the missing persons case and the base station issue at the same time, so some classes and exams were canceled and the school festival was used to serve as an early holiday.
As for me, it seems all I can do is prepare for the school festival seriously and try not to cause trouble for everyone.
She is very self-aware of her academic performance. She is not outstanding in academic subjects, ranks last in physical education, and often makes trouble in practical classes... She is definitely the last one.
The last-ranked student in the class raised his hand to object to the lower-ranked students having to do the work. It seemed like he was shirking responsibility and trying to drag others into it.
Chen Xiao'er felt that her wrist was heavier than a rock and she couldn't lift it at all.
Just when she was about to give up and follow the teacher's instructions, a series of images suddenly flashed through her mind.
Junior high, first year of high school, second year of high school... every semester, every month, every week, there were a variety of practical activities. But the school never held a school festival, and I never watched a meteor shower with my classmates.
Once missed, it is missed. There is no chance to make up for it.
A meteor shower that happens once in a thousand years and my first school festival in college, isn’t it worth a gamble?
"Okay, if you don't object, I'll arrange it..." Miroku's soft voice suddenly stopped.
Because the girl under the light raised her right hand.
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